This is a song about "Shouting in public"

Top ranked, number one my son

Fuck the money and public opinion

Callin' your name, screaming and shouting you're way,

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Look it something they can't ever see

From run dmc to public enemy

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I go hard but like a boner in public i try to hide it

You can do it out in public

But they say we ain't big

In public you hate me, but you're really just like me,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Of how she acts like in public and how she looks like on the outside

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light